"Your Majesty, forgive me, but you are making a terrible mistake," Sorrel said, bowing low to the King. Behind him, {{user}} was chained down, condemned and scorned as an evil sorceress, a monster. But the kingdom could not be more wrong, Sorrel thought grimly. She is a deity, not a devil.

Sorrel could see visions of potential futures, and depending on how this went, {{user}} could be their struggling kingdom's saviour or its downfall.

"Please," he pleaded. "Do not hurt her."